Khary
Khary & Smithsoneon
Khary
Khary
Khary
Khary & Smithsoneon
Khary &
Khary
Khary & Smithsoneon
Khary
Khary & Scolla & Smithsoneon
Khary & Inkie
Khary &
Khary
Khary & Lea Anderson
[Intro: Khary Durgans]
Yo, this that motherfucking Love & Anchors
I don't think they gettin' it
I think they like that fu-gay-zi, that Fugazi shit
Nah, nigga
Nah, nigga
Back the fuck up off the yellow rain coat
This shit's me
It's my flare
[Verse 1: Khary Durgans]
Well hello there
Hi, my name is Khary
I like anime, I like Asian girls
But don't rhyme that shit with sorry
Just got old man in that seat
Tryna make a million off of that, G
Word to Joven I've been focused
Though I got hennie all in my P
Shoutouts to my Beyonce girls that be like yes
Getting head in the morning
Nigga, I woke up like this
I woke up like this
My nigga, you rockin' trucker fit
I need to add more fuck-its to my bucket list
Do shit for the fuck of it
Like Bruce Lee with a Uzi
Or Kool Keith, and 2 piece
I'm 2 street
I'm lying I've been bumping 2Pac, on some
Holler if ya hear me, 'cause really, what's love?
If these rappers don't fear me
Everything I touch is fire, I don't see the smoke clearing
If you tryna put me out, you need a crew or Dennis Leary
I'm captain like Morgan
There's no need for voting
Your girlfriend, she writes about my dick in her Moleskine
I'm postin' like clothespins
My new sins, me old sins
Part two, and on the first
It's that Matrix Reloaded
[Chorus:]
Yeah
Go and stack your paper, if a nigga got what's mine
And I'm nosey as a neighbor's eye, ah
Screaming I don't give a fuck
Death at sea, man, that's just a pirate's luck
If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky
Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time
If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky
Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time
(Raah)
[Verse 2: Khary Durgans]
Hi
Often try to save the world
But lately I've been tryna save myself and fuck my girl
Had a dobie, all edition
This might be a long mission
Ever since that Love & Anchors all my haters gone fishin'
If she bad I'm gon' mmh nah
I ain't even worry 'bout bitches
I ain't even worry 'bout niggas
I ain't even worry 'bout the fact that I don't have a backup plan
My nigga called shotgun, but he ain't legal
So he had to sit in the back of the van, goddamn
Claim that you flyin' the land
You ain't even worth like half of a gram
You are not fam
We are not close
You to me are as uncle is sam
Real as this jersey gon' sand
It won't work 'cuz I seen your plan
And I got 'em goin' crazy like by [?]
Please don't talk that umbak
You soft as Hansen, MMMbop
Hip hop, ba du bop
You ain't hood, you two blocks
You ain't 'screet, you [?]
You hypebeast, you shoe copp
Gangbang, I do not
But don't get me mad, yowusa
You talkin' all of that hoopla
You can go and suck your mood, ah
I'm sorry for your beast, big wild B, like Wall Street
That straight money, that all Keith
We don't understand what ya'll speak, we all peak
[Chorus:]
Yeah
Go and stack your paper, if a nigga got what's mine
And I'm nosey as a neighbor's eye, ah
Screaming I don't give a fuck
Death at sea, man, that's just a pirate's luck
If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky
Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time
If we die, when we die, may we all reach the sky
Spread my wings if I don't, least I had a good time
(Raah)
[Interlude: Inkie, Khary Durgans]
I've been on this road to long, they think I'm turning back home
'Cuz every way that I go, feel like I been here before
Now it's just me and all my niggas tryna break out the mode
We took that lab on the road, and I just hope it won't blow
Oh lord
Pretty toes and red pantyhose
They say that I need a grammy flow
They say that I need a right contract and a pussy pink and them xannies though
Life works like a boomerang
Throw the word of god, he'll throw word right back
Boomerang like Eddie Murphy
Her feet dirty, she get cut like that
Innovating, nigga so alike
Called it imitator, say I been a hater
Ain't masquerading what ya'll debating
King of prototypes, you the masturbator
Gon' let them, err, l get aggravated, man
All my shits is incubatin'
Tryna show me down, everyone's a star
Rap so empty without Inkie, right?
(Got that flow deeper than pinkie's [?])
Rappers really wanna make these rounds in a freaky
Brung that girl from Georgetown, this doggie-dog about to chow down
Speak my name and I DKD
Seek my face like Mohammed
Niggas always shoot for stars, we ridin' on Haley's comet, whoah
Never chasin' on, you are too busy peggin' news
Never away to cruise 'cuz all my niggas making moves, ah